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Monday, 20 July 2009
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twitter
hmm...
recently i made an account on twitter..
but then im confuse..
what should i do on that website?
i mean, it doesnt hv chat feature as in facebook,
the background skin is waay under friendster
and i dont understand what are 'following' and 'follower' features up for
i dont think it's a blog either
@____@
geez~
can anyone explain it to me
Friday, 17 July 2009
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Red District Project
Red District Project,or also known as RDP
is a project held by local artist in Indonesia that brought art and culture issues.
RDP provide art workshops for people who live in the 'red district' area.
to provide the following workshops, RDP cooperate with other artists, such as:
- teapot (Ms. Endang Lestari - ceramic artist)
- Mr. Abdul Syukur - batik artist
- Taring Padi (Mr. Ucup - woodcut artist)
- LESTARI Cling (Mr. Agus - enviromentist)
- Gress Manupassa - accessories designer
- Caroline Rika - Tie Dye artist
- Jogja Mural Foundation
the workshop itself started on May - July 2009
at July, 25th 2009, RDP will make a closing exibition located at Sosrowijayan Kulon -
Bombing in Indonesia (again)
sheesh!!
another bombing occured in Indonesia today, July 16 2009 - 7:50 AM at JW. Marriot hotel and Ritz Carlton hotel.
there has been more than 40 people hurt from the bombing
the police hasnt release any further information about the bomb and the bomber..
geez...what kind of coward could do such a thing to other human?
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
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My Job As a VoLunteer
last night i met some old friends of mine
i was excited to meet them again
some of them already graduated and the others just a step from
graduating
after a little chitchat, we've came to the topic about job.
then i said that i had a part time job, as a volunteer on
Red District Projects.
and they were saying like, "yeah, that kind of job is soo
typically you." and they gave the 'underestimate look' by rolling
their eyes and laughs.
i was stunned.
i thinked, "what's wrong with 'that kind' of job?"
is there something funny of being a volunteer that work with
real prostitutes at red district areas??
i dont think so!
the same thing happened to me when i got my first job as a
volunteer at NGO that brought issues about HIV/AIDS.
most all of my friends that i've been told about my job
were giving me the same acts and words, like
"why would you even want to do 'that kind' of job?"
why not??
they're real people.
they're human.
they do hv feelings.
they eat the same foods like we do.
they breath the same air with us.
why underestimate them just because of their choice of work?
and they started to talk about religion, sins and stuffs
and at some points they finally spilled out the main issue:
"their job's againts all of what we studied in here. The faculty of
law. we're law student! we should uphold the law. blah blah blah"
well, friends, sorry to say this
but working with the minority people is my honor.
im proud to know and actually communicate with them,
listen to their life-story actually inspired me to be a better
person.
IF they can hv another job, they wouldnt be what they are now.
nobody wants to be a prostitute
nobody wants to be a child of a prostitute
nobody wants to live under the bridge, working their ass off
just to be able to eat for today.
the differences between us (the frikkin law students) were
we're lucky to be born from a parents that had better job and
they chose to live as they are now.
im sorry if im not like other 'law students'
i do love my job as a volunteer, and im proud of it!
Thursday, 16 April 2009
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the perfect silence
i dont need your pity
i dont need you fake smile
nor your emphaty
nor your dime
i have choose my path
and there will be no regret
every breath i take choked me
i tried to scream but the voice wont come out
shed your tears mother
please cry no more because of me
for i am broken since birth
for all the mercy and love you've gave me
i thank you
i cant give you more than just word
cause words are all i have now
i have learnt pain long before you even learn to breath
as i lay my head
embrace the cold brick on my skin
i realize
i spent all my life to accept pain
but i feel soo tire now
i need to sleep
cast all my sorrow to the wind
cast all this pain to the star above
so i kissed my mother goodnight
as gently embraced my perfect silence
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